Sunday, 17 June 2018
100 WC week 8 Harry Flexman
There goes another man to the ever constant rattling of machine gun fire. A distant whistling sound of the common shells from the guns like rain in hell...or to be more precise raining down hell ... actually this is hell. The dreaded whistle blows and with a mighty roar we haul ourselves over the top. Instantelly the cries of wounded men scream as led penetrates thier soft flesh, that fills my ears. This is the music of hell. Men meet each other with bayonets and spades all with the intent of making the other fall. Suddenly revolver, rope...Safe.
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